Faux Vows, True Desires

Chapter 195

"If I break out in pimples, it's all because of your curse."

Hudson was speechless.

With her family's encouragement, Cecilia cheerfully headed out.

Just outside, she ran into her neighbor, Wilman, on her way to buy groceries. Cecilia greeted her with a smile.

"Cecilia, why are you walking to work?" Wilma asked, "Don't you usually zip around on your electric bike?"

"Outta juice; it totally slipped my mind to recharge it. I left it at the shop last night to recharge, so today I'm thinking about catching a taxi."

"I see. Cecilia, do you guys have any leftover pastries at the end of the day? If you do, bring them back and sell them to me for a good price. I love the pastries from your shop."

She mentioned buying them the next day because Cecilia usually got home late, and as an old lady who slept early, she can't possibly wait until midnight just for pastries.

Cecilia readily agreed, saying, "If you like them, I'll bring some back tonight. My mom can drop them off at your place in the morning. No need to pay me. But Wilma, you're not getting any younger; you’ve got to watch your sugar intake. I'll ask the pastry chef to make some savory biscuits for you with less sugar in the pastries; just a hint of sweetness will do."

Wilma chuckled. "Alright, Cecilia, thank you."

Even though Cecilia said no payment was necessary, Wilma would still insist on paying. Cecilia might not accept the money, but Wilma couldn't help but give it to her.

They chatted and strolled out of the alleyway.

A familiar luxury car was parked there.

It was Owen's.

Cecilia was quite surprised.

What was he doing here, waiting?

Was he here to pick her up for work? This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

Was he really that nice?

Was the sun rising from the west today?

Cecilia looked up at the sky; the sun was right on schedule, rising into the sky at half past six. Now that it was hanging high in the sky, the sun rays reminded Cecilia that the sun was still rising from the east.

No bizarre phenomenon of the sun rising from the west had occurred.

Cecilia didn't want to get into Owen's car under Wilma's gaze, so she pretended not to recognize Owen and didn't approach the luxury car.

Owen looked a bit haggard, with dark circles under his eyes; clearly he hadn't slept well.

He didn't bring any bodyguards either.

The car window was down, one hand on the steering wheel, the other holding a lit cigarette, taking occasional drags.

Seeing Cecilia acting like she didn't know him, Owen took another couple of drags from his cigarette, threw it away, and then drove the car closer, honking the horn incessantly.

Wilma asked Cecilia, "Cecilia, do you know that young man?"

Cecilia lied: "He's the taxi driver I booked online. Wilma, I have to go to work now; be careful crossing the road."

Wilma didn't recognize the emblem on the luxury car and thought Owen's car wasn't as good as her grandson's. Her grandson's car was a seven-seat business vehicle, which was quite expensive.

After riding in her grandson's car, Wilma thought no other car could be as comfortable.

But that ride-hailing driver was really young and handsome.

"Cecilia, go to work. I'm going grocery shopping. It's almost the weekend; I'll have your family take me to your shop then."

She didn't like coffee, but she could eat pastries and also help Cecilia's business.

"Alright."

Cecilia agreed readily, watched Wilma cross the road and head towards the supermarket, then leaned over and looked at the man in the car, laughing as she asked, "What's going on today? You're here; did you deliberately come to pick me up for work?"

She never dreamed that one day she'd enjoy this kind of service.

Owen looked at the sandwich in her hand and asked, "What's that?"

Cecilia rolled her eyes and said, "Even if you've never eaten a sandwich, you should have seen it on TV. You're actually asking what this is? Such a dumb question."

"I don't watch TV, and I really haven't eaten a sandwich before."

He came from the Martinez family, which was already wealthy when he was born.

He was born into a wealthy family, so his meals were always high-end.

"But I know it's a sandwich."

"Then why did you ask what it is?"

Owen was silent for a moment, then said, "If I hadn’t asked, would you have diverted the conversation to the sandwich?"

He snatched the sandwich from Cecilia's hand and quickly took a bite.

Cecilia was too late to snatch it back.

As he began to eat, Cecilia could only curse him: "Noble heir of the Martinez family, you look like you're about to starve. Did you leave the house without having breakfast?"

"I left without having breakfast, but who was it for? It's for driving you to work."

Cecilia helplessly said, "Owen, I know my place; you don't need to create any illusions to make me think I'm noble."

If Owen came to find her, it definitely wasn't for anything good.

Driving her to work?

She would never believe that!

Cecilia turned around and walked away.

Owen quickly called out to her, "Cecilia, get in the car; I'll drive you to work."

"Are you full with just one sandwich? I'll buy you some bread and a glass of milk."

Owen paused in his eating of the sandwich.

He looked at her for a moment, then said, "You're so stingy, inviting me for such a breakfast."

"You can refuse. Anyway, I can still eat it; it won't go to waste."

Owen was speechless.

Cecilia walked away.

There were lots of small shops on both sides of the street, and certainly no shortage of breakfast places.

Cecilia bought Owen several pieces of bread and a glass of milk.

When she returned to Owen's car, Owen courteously got out of the car to open the door for her.

"You're quite the gentleman when you're not being a jerk."

Owen's face darkened. "Am I that bad?"

"Do you dare to say you're a good guy?"

Owen opened his mouth but was at a loss for words.

He wasn't a good person in the eyes of many.

Most of his kindness was reserved for Ruby.

Cecilia got in the car, handed him the bread, and said, "These breads come in many flavors. The bread from this shop is really good; I especially like it."

Owen took the bread and the glass of milk from her.

"Let's switch places. I'll drive; you have breakfast."

Cecilia rubbed her hands together. She had never driven such a high-end car before.

"Can you drive?"

"If not, the worst-case scenario is a car crash."

Owen: "Forget it; I'll drive. Let me eat a sandwich first."

He rolled up the car window, blocking the outside world's gaze, and started eating his sandwich while sipping on some milk.

Being the president of the Ikella group and the heir to the Martinez family, this was the first time Owen had such a simple breakfast.

Maybe he was really hungry, because he found the plain sandwich surprisingly tasty and the milk incredibly satisfying.